Keep your hats on, kiddies!” Whistler appeared in the Magic Box.

“Ahh!” Dawn fell off her chair, startled by his sudden appearance.

Whistler leant down and pulled the girl up.

“Sorry cutie, didn’t mean to scare you.” Whistler frowned at Dawn and then a grim smile spread across his face. ‘Now I get it!’

“It’s you again.” Joyce came over and pulled Dawn into her arms.

“Yeah, the bosses thought I better come down here and de-ruffle some feathers.” Whistler sat down on the table.

“Is it true?” Willow asked. Her lips trembling as she held onto Tara and Anya. Both wiccans and the ex-demon had tears streaming down their faces.

Whistler nodded.

“Yeah, the Slayer was turned by Drac.” He turned to Joyce. “I’m sorry, Mrs Summers, there was nothing any of us could do. But…”

“Nothing? You stole my daughters life from the age of sixteen and there was nothing you could do?” Joyce cried. “She fought everything you threw at her, night after night. This is her reward?”

“Death was her gift?” Giles interjected. Shades of Ripper shone in his eyes.

Whistler glanced over at Dawn for a second.

“There was no other option. By the time we realised, it was too late. Events were in motion. But the Powers managed to ensure her soul remained, it’s secure. The Slayer is still herself, just slightly changed.”

“Slightly?” Joyce yelled. “She’s become what she fights and all you can say is just slightly changed?”

“Mommy, stop yelling please,” Dawn sobbed.

“Sorry, Pumpkin belly.” Joyce pulled her daughter closer.

“What happens now? Do your bosses have any idea what to do? Will they help Buffy with this transition?” Giles demanded angrily.

“Yeah, they’ll help. They already have. Sent me and her.” Whistler jerked his thumb upwards to the loft.

“Mrs Summers, I am sorry for what has happened. But I promise we will help however we can.” Kendra shimmered into being and climbed down the stairs.

“Oh my Goddess, Kendra?” Willow gasped.

“Good Lord!” Giles’s jaw dropped at the sight of the dead Slayer.

“Hello.” Kendra waved at the stunned crowd. “Mrs Summers, I promise de Powers will help and so will we.”

“Trust her, she’s spent the last few years yelling at them until they agreed to help out!” Whistler added.

“Really?” Anya’s voice was coloured with surprise. “Those guys usually don’t do anything…not really the hands on type.”

“Dey are now.” Kendra frowned and sniffed in Anya’s direction. “What are you?”

“I’m Anya.”

“You smell different.” Kendra’s dark eyes were suspicious.

“Oh, I was a demon. But all human now, I swear!” Anya shifted slightly and hid behind Willow and Tara. “All good, I swear!”

Kendra nodded.

“What about Spike- what does he have to do with all this?” Giles asked.

“Well, gather round kiddies, there’s a lot to tell.” Whistler gestured to the seats.

*********

The electric touch of Spike’s talented fingers made Buffy groan, and he was only running his fingers through her hair as he stumbled up the stairs. Buffy tightened her grip on his shoulders and ravaged his mouth. ‘Man, he is a good kisser…’

Spike tripped up the last step and stumbled to the bedroom door. ‘Christ she can kiss!’ He pulled away from her demanding mouth and he gasped for breath.

Buffy giggled. “You’re gasping! Did I do that?”

Spike’s eyes darkened as he caught her soft lips in a deep kiss. “You’re gonna kill me, Summers.”

“Hope not, I kinda like having you around!” Buffy whispered as she reached down and grabbed his ass.

Spike’s hips lurched forward, pressing his erection hard against her core. Buffy threw her head back and groaned.

“Like that, little one?” Spike ran his tongue over his teeth, his eyes twinkling wickedly, and he rocked his throbbing erection against her again for emphasis.

Buffy hummed appreciatively. “More…”

Spike fumbled with the door handle, “got it!” He kicked the door open and staggered into the room.

With a swift move he managed to un-clench Buffy’s legs from his hips and tossed her over his shoulder.

Buffy eeped in surprise as her hair fell over her face. “Caveman much?”

Spike laughed and slapped her soft ass. “Me want Slayer!”

Buffy pinched his butt hard, giggling at the unmanly yelp Spike let out.

“Spike got Buffy! Now what is he gonna doooo!” Spike tossed his Childe onto their bed in a swift move.

Buffy blew her hair off her face and propped herself up on her elbows. Reaching out with one sock clad foot she trailed it up his thigh. Pausing at his hip, Buffy kneaded it with her toes.

Spike reached down and gently caught her ankle in a firm grip. He pulled off her sock and tossed it over his shoulder. He bent down and kissed each of her toes.

Buffy giggled, “that tickles…”

Spike arched his scarred brow. “Really? Well, best not let the other little pigs go un- tickled.” With that he pulled off her other sock and pressed soft kisses on each. Reaching her big toe, he sucked it gently into his cool mouth. Buffy’s eyes widened at the erotic sensations that ran up her leg to her groin.

“Whoa!” Buffy tried to pull her foot away from Spike as he pressed kisses along her instep. “That feels weirdly good!” The muscles on her inner thighs began to quiver as her body responded to his talented ministrations. ‘Oh god, he’s amazing and we’re not even naked yet!’

Spike finally released her tingling foot. He panther crawled up her body. His blue eyes never leaving hers, he paused at her groin and inhaled deeply.

“What?” Buffy asked defensively.

Spike leant forward and placed a soft kiss on her mound. “Smell good enough to eat, luv.” His voice rumbled through Buffy’s quivering body. “Think I might.” With that he reached for the waistband of her sweats and began to pull them down.

Buffy clamped her thighs together. ‘Oh my god, he wants to…’

“Uhh, Buffy luv, lemme get these off you.” Spike tilted his head to one side.

Buffy shook her head and slid backwards until her skull cracked against the headboard. “Owwie!” She whimpered.

Spike knelt on the bed and rubbed his hands up her calves. “You okay?”

“I…I…no one’s ever… you know.” Buffy gestured at her pelvis.

Understanding dawned in Spike’s eyes and he licked his lips. “So no one has ever tasted you before? Not even Solider Boy?”

Buffy shook her head. “Ri…he said it didn’t do anything for him…”

“But I bet he expected you to go down on him right?” Spike mentally cursed the farm boy. ‘Selfish bastard.’

Buffy shrugged. “Well, yeah…”

Spike reached over and gently pulled her sweats off her legs. “It’s good, baby. Let Spike show you …trust me?” he purred and then licked his lips in anticipation.

“I trust you.” Buffy raised her hips and let him tug her panties off, too. Her hand fluttered down and covered herself.

Spike’s eyes were drawn to her lean legs; he ran his calloused hands over her soft skin. “No need to be shy, petal.” Spike leant over and ran his lips from her ankles to her knees.

Buffy watched his bent head. Her mind was filled with sensations she had never felt before. Every inch of her skin felt like it was on fire, and the fine hairs on her arms stood up. She licked her lips and reached down and tentatively ran her fingers through Spike’s white blond locks. Her other hand lay limp over her mound.

Spike took a deep breath, his senses filled with her arousal. He shifted slightly, rubbing his erection on the sheet, trying to alleviate the strain. “Buffy, open you legs for me,” he rumbled.

Spike’s large hands slid between her thighs and gently pressed them apart. His eyes were locked on hers. “You smell amazing, luv.”

Buffy licked her dry lips.

“Come up here.” She opened her arms, her hard nipples showing through her tank top.

Spike reluctantly moved away from her welcoming opening. He sat up and undid his jeans. They gaped open with the tip of his cock peeking out. Buffy’s eyes were transfixed. Reaching down she yanked off her tank top and threw it to the floor.

Spike lunged forward and caught one of her pert nipples in his teeth and tugged it gently. Buffy’s fingers tangled in his hair and pulled him away.

“Oi, gimme!” Spike yelped, annoyed that he had been yanked away from such a succulent treat.

Buffy rolled her eyes and kissed him hard. Her hand slipped into his jeans and caught hold of his erect cock. ‘Jeez, he’s huge! It’s gonna hurt…’ She pumped her hand up and down.

Spike groaned and tipped his head back. “That’s lovely, Buffy,” he gasped. He reached down and pulled her hand away, “but you’re trying to distract me, aren’t you?” He rolled off the bed and then ripped off his jeans, all the while his eyes glued to the tousled girl on his bed.

Buffy’s eyes widened even more, when she finally saw his erect cock fully. It jutted out from his body and curved slightly at the top. There was no way he was going to fit!

Spike curled his tongue against the back of his teeth. He ran his hand down his chest, his actions evoking a memory from one of the first times they had met.

“You feeling all manly?” Buffy quipped.

Spike cocked his head and then smiled. “Yeah, and I don’t even have any weapons.”

Buffy eyed his erection and raised her eyebrows, “umm, I think you might have one there.” She pointed at his twitching erection.

“Funny!” Spike shook his head. He leapt onto the bed and crawled back between Buffy’s still open legs. “Now, where was I?” He reached down and ran his fingers lightly up her soft inner thighs. Spike’s eyes were drawn to Buffy’s pale pink inner folds.

“Pretty as a peach, Slayer. He ducked his head and pressed a gentle kiss on her erect clit. Unable to resist, he ran his tongue down the length of her slit, scooping her juices up and savouring them.

“Oh my god!” Buffy rolled her head against the pillow. Reaching down, she tangled her fingers into Spike’s hair and urged him back down. All her inhibitions were gone with a single stroke of his talented tongue.

“Like that, do you?” Spike grinned against her hot core as he plunged his tongue deep into her opening. His ears were filled with her delighted whimpers. His tongue reluctantly left her welcoming depths and circled her erect nubbin; he tapped it gently with the tip of his tongue.

Buffy’s heels scrabbled against the bed covers and her mouth opened in a silent scream. She could feel flashes of arousal spiralling up her body as Spike gently nibbled on her clit.

“Oh god, stop…no, don’t stop! You’re amazing. Spike, oh god…” With that Spike sucked her clit into his mouth, creating a vacuum. He nursed on the tiny throbbing nubbin as his fingers slid into her opening and curved upwards, searching for that elusive spot.

He gazed up at Buffy’s pleasure filled face as he pumped his fingers hard. He continued suckling at her clit, when he finally found the spongy bundle of nerves in her silken depths. Rubbing it gently, he watched as Buffy shrieked at the dual sensations. Her thighs clamped around his head and her back arched off the bed as she came.

“AHHHHHHHH!”

Spike reluctantly pulled his fingers from her grasping depths and eased her thighs away from his head. He sat up and licked his sticky fingers clean. “You taste of ambrosia, Slayer.”

“God! Spike, that was incredible!” Buffy opened her eyes and gazed hazily up at Spike. “I’ve never felt anything so good before, thank you.”

Spike suppressed a bark of laughter at her innocent face and whispered thanks. He leant over and brushed his wet lips over hers. Buffy’s tongue snaked out and she tasted herself on him. “Hmm,” she pulled his willing body over hers and deepened the kiss. Spike slid his arms under her and held her close. Revelling in her kiss. Shifting slightly, he pressed his aching cock against her soft folds.

Buffy pulled her lips away and peppered Spike’s face with kisses, her hands cradling his head. “I need you inside me, Spike.”

Spike rested himself on his forearms and nuzzled his face in her hair. “Love you, pet,” he whispered.

Buffy’s dead heart contracted at the sound of his voice and his whispered declaration. She wanted to say the same but was terrified, everything was moving so fast, and she had no idea what to do. “Spike, I…”

“Hush love, I can wait. Tell me when you’re ready.” Spike smiled sadly and kissed her nose. He knew that she felt something for him, but was too scared to admit her feelings.

Buffy smiled tremulously. “I will, I promise.” With that she rolled over and pinned Spike to the mattress. He raised his eyebrows at her sudden playfulness as he allowed his hands to trail up her thighs and curve around her hips.

“Feeling saucy are you, pet?” Spike’s tongue curled against his teeth as his eyes twinkled mischievously.

Buffy grinned down at Spike and leant over and began to lick and nip her way across his torso. She ran her tongue along the lines of his muscles until she reached his pale nipples. Pausing for a few moments, she sucked the tiny nubs into her mouth and then bit down gently on his now hardened nipples. She was fascinated at the change in the texture – something Buffy had never experienced before…

Moving from one to the other, the small blonde savoured their taste and the growls and whimpers that were escaping from Spike’s lips. His hands gripped her hips as he rubbed his hard cock against her wetness.

He was burning up under her tender ministrations. Trailing his hands up her smooth back, Spike pulled her closer, mashing her face against his chest.

“God luv, the things you do to me!” He pressed his cheek against the crown of her head. “I need in Buffy, let me in please!” he begged.

Buffy bit his collarbone with her blunt teeth and nodded. “I need you, Spike. Please…”

Spike rolled them over and settled between her welcoming legs. “You sure?”

“Yes, Spike.” She reached between them and grasped his cock in her slender hands and guided him towards her opening.

Buffy was aching to be filled by him, her thumb brushed over the mushroom shaped head in small circles. She teased his opening with her thumbnail as her fingers rubbed his foreskin. She could feel his precum leaking from his opening.

Spike’s cockhead, parted her wet folds and nudged against her opening. He reached down and caught her hand with his, raising their linked hands above her head and pressing it into the pillow. He caught her eyes and tilted his head in question.

Buffy smiled and nodded back. Her face flushed with passion and excitement.

Spike rocked his hips and with a groan his cock pushed into her welcoming channel. ‘Bloody hell, she’s so tight…’

“Ow!” Buffy whimpered as Spike’s cock stretched her. Her tight muscles strained against him as they tried to make room for his twitching cock. Buffy tried to relax her muscles and let him in further.

Spike stopped and began to pull out.

“No!” Buffy’s free hand grabbed hold of his butt, preventing him from pulling out. “Just go slow…okay?”

“Christ, luv,” Spike panted. His shoulders quivered under the strain of keeping still. His cock felt like it was caught in a vice. Spike carefully rotated his hips, trying to loosen Buffy’s muscles.

“That’s nice…” Buffy whispered. She caught her lower lips between her teeth.

“More!” she demanded.

Spike’s eyes glittered as he gently surged into her welcoming depths. “That good?” He gritted out. The cords of his neck stood out as he struggled to control himself.

Spike was still stunned that Buffy had allowed him into her body; he was determined to make it good for her, for them both. He wanted to eradicate Dracula’s touch from her mind. He was worried that their lovemaking might bring back memories of the unclean touch of the ‘soon to be eviscerated’ Eurotrash vampire.

“Amazing,” Buffy grunted as she rolled her hips upwards and Spike slid in further. Her eyes glowed lavender and her small fangs dropped down. Unable to control her features due to the sensations that Spike was evoking in her.

Spike growled in response. His face shifted and his eyes flashed gold as he vamped out in response. ‘She looks so sexy, all fangy…’

Buffy growled and surged upwards- her muscles loosened and Spike plunged into her depths.

“Oh god!” she panted. Buffy could feel him deep inside her, his cock pressing urgently against her cervix. Her eyes widened at the sensation- no one had ever filled her so completely. She liked it…

Spike hesitantly began to pump his hips, not wanting to hurt her. His cock felt like it was wrapped in the softest velvet.

“Not gonna last long, Childe,” he groaned. He revelled in her softness and the scent of arousal that flooded his senses.

Buffy wrapped her legs around his pistoning hips. “Harder. I need more!”

Spike growled in response and began to move faster. He dipped his hips slightly so that his pubic bone hit her erect nubbin with every long, deep downward stroke.

Buffy’s fingers dug into his churning backside as she urged him on. Grunts exploded out of her lungs with every downward plunge. Sparks of excitement shot through her groin as her clit was rubbed over and over. She growled and whimpered as the sensations of Spike making love to her were overwhelming her body and mind. He was hitting her sweet spot with each thrust.

Spike’s eyes never left hers, his fingers tightening in hers as he kept pumping into her. The muscles on his back shifted and clenched as he began to move faster and faster. He never wanted to leave her soft body again.

“Oh…oh…oh…” Buffy’s eyes widened as she began to feel her body fall into the abyss. She grabbed the back of his neck and pulled his fangs down to her neck.

“Bite me!” she gasped. She needed more, and instinctively knew that being impaled by his fangs as well as his cock was what she was desperate for.

Spike brushed his lips over the pale skin; his tongue traced a blue vein.

“You sure?” he whispered. Spike’s slender hips never faltered as they surged into her tight welcoming depths.

“Yes, I need you!” Buffy grunted, the breath knocked out of her as Spike surged against her at her words. “Can I?” she asked shyly.

Spike tilted his head and offered his pale throat to his Childe. With a contented whimper Buffy sank her teeth into the proffered flesh. She sighed happily as her Sire’s blood pooled in her mouth.

Her mind filled with his feelings and excitement, heightening her arousal even more. She learned even more about the man between her thighs with a single bite.

His strengths, weaknesses and his overwhelming love for her. Buffy moaned as she let his emotions roll over her, filling her mind as he was filling her grasping channel.

Spike slid his teeth carefully into her satiny skin. Buffy’s blood trickled out of the wounds as he retracted his fangs and latched his lips over the wounds and suckled gently. ‘So sweet…’ His back arched as his mind was filled with images and feelings.

He could sense her fear of what her friends and family would make of her now, but at the same time he could sense that she trusted him implicitly to protect her. Spike could feel her sorrow that she would never see the sun again and her joy that she could enjoy the moonlight with him.

The dichotomies of her thoughts were overwhelming him, but at the same time he revelled in her openness, something he instinctively sensed she was not usually so comfortable being. He felt honoured that Buffy trusted him so much.

Spike rotated his hips- his cock throbbing for release- but he held back, wanting to tip over the edge with her.

Then he paused. Blue chased gold away from his eyes as the vampire’s mind latched onto one predominant thought that was in his lover’s mind.

He tried not to roar his delight at what Buffy had just revealed to him.

He drew more of her delectable blood into his mouth- it was a fusion of Slayer blood and vampire.

He hardened even more as her powerful blood surged through his body.

It was unique just like her and he savoured every drop of it.

As he sucked harder Spike felt all her barriers drop and he could see her deepest thoughts even more clearly.

He was stunned and excited, but more than that, he was delighted.

A roaring sound filled Buffy’s ears as she finally succumbed to the orgasm that was pulling at her body.

She retracted her fangs reluctantly out of Spike’s pale neck; his red blood trickled from the corners of her mouth as she screamed her pleasure. Spike could feel her breath against his throat as she gasped for unneeded air.

Spike’s hips jerked once…twice as he came, unable to stave off his release as he felt her muscles clamp down hard on his erection. He filled her channel with his cool spendings, collapsing on top of Buffy’s trembling form.

He gasped needlessly as he tried to collect himself.

Buffy slid her fingers from his tight grasp and held him close. Her legs still wrapped around his waist.

She wanted to crawl under his skin and stay there.

Spike could feel her inner walls fluttering around his limp cock; their combined spendings coated his thighs as they poured out of her opening.

Spike licked the wounds shut on her neck and lifted his head. “Buffy? Look at me, pet.”

Buffy’s eyes fluttered open. She gazed into Spike’s dark blue eyes.

“You saw, didn’t you?” she whispered hoarsely, licking her lips clean of Spike blood.

Spike nodded, his heart swollen and his mind shut down. He was stunned. He was unable to form a single word. ‘She loves me!’ Unable to stop himself he began to purr at her.